You made me wonder what life beneath the pain is.
The unseen mask of lies and wonders of mistakes gained.
The reality beyond compare, ideal grace never meant.
It made the world worst rediscovering the modern tilt.
Pondering tomorrow’s full dispel
Of dignity in seeking truly happiness of today.
Life may sometimes be unkind, hopeless mind struggling.
Hence, one hand is not perfect to pay lasting billing.
Morning shadows left shielded with dawn dramatic tearing sage.
Far away reaching the unwounded plea of sided glare.
Verve aches live within, hiding the shame of unforgiving.
Its unsavory indemnifying water shade yields.
If existence of creation molds pale leading,
The perfect image bestowed would long heavy wielding.
Splash of mind spring embarks two hands undivided.
To live the ideal scene of life as persuaded.
